The evening of January 17, 2018, I posted the above photo with this quote: “And mostly I’m grateful that I take this world so seriously.” ~Mary Oliver in “The Gift.” My Facebook and Instagram feeds are filled with Mary quotes. She inspired me to pay attention and to be astonished. When we moved to Florida, […]
Still Saturday: It Is Time Now
Swimming, One Day in August It is time now, I said, for the deepening and quieting of the spirit among the flux of happenings. Something had pestered me so much I thought my heart would break. I mean, the mechanical part. I went down in the afternoon to the sea which held […]
Still Saturday: Taking the Day Off
Today Today I’m flying low and I’m not saying a word. I’m letting all the voodoos of ambition sleep. The world goes on as it must, the bees in the garden rumbling a little, the fish leaping, the gnats getting eaten. And so forth. But I’m taking the day off. Quiet as a […]
Becoming Mindful in Place: Under the Maple Tree
I’m sunk into a red sports chair in the shade under the backyard maple. The site of the Great Lilac Massacre is behind me and in front is the home of the baby bluebird murders. In my mind, I still see the blood-splashed walls and little pecked heads. The grandgirl no longer plays softball, […]
Still Saturday: Today
TODAY Today I’m flying low and I’m not saying a word. I’m letting all the voodoos of ambition sleep. The world goes on as it must, the bees in the garden rumbling a little, the fish leaping, the gnats getting eaten. And so forth. But I’m taking the day off. Quiet […]
Something Close to Holy by Tania Runyan
Tania Runyan was my mentor via her book, How to Read a Poem, when Tweetspeak Poetry double-dog dared me to spend a month with T.S. Eliot. I’m excited to have her visit today as part of our month of Making Manifest. In Making Manifest, Dave Harrity tells us to “Remember that what you create is […]
still saturday: every morning
Every morning I walk like this around the pond, thinking: if the doors of my heart ever close, I am as good as dead. Every morning, so far, I’m alive. And now the crows break off from the rest of the darkness and burst up into the sky–as though all night they had thought of […]
still saturday: being nothing
The dream of my life Is to lie down by a slow river And stare at the light in the trees– To learn something by being nothing A little while but the rich Lens of attention. ~Mary Oliver in Twelve Moons Still learning, Sandy Welcome to Still Saturday where we pause after a busy […]
